Steven took a deep breath and lowered his eyes. He didn't say anything for awhile, and seemed to be composing his thoughts. Then he looked up and brushed my cheek.
“Have you ever wondered why I don't open the curtains during the day? Or why we never seem to leave the apartment before nightfall?”
Of course I had. I had just written it off as a weird quirk, though. I didn't say as much. I just sat there looking at him, waiting for him to continue.
“Of course you have. You aren’t stupid like some of the girls I have dated. But you accepted it as part of who I am, and it's good that you did. You see, I can’t leave during the day. I can’t be outside. I’m very sensitive to the sunlight. It hurts me to no end. You see…”
At this he paused and looked down. I knew what was coming, but I don't think I was really ready for it. How could anyone believe something so outrageous, something we were taught was a myth since childhood? It was preposterous, really. Unthinkable. Unimaginable. Impossible. And totally true.
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